The Young Father (A Shawn Mendes Fanfic)

The One Day I Become An Adult

*Time Skip, March 9th 11:13 A.M.*

Today was the day. I am finally becoming an adult. In two minutes. Every one I love is either here or on our conference call. All awake. All for me. Angelica is at the hospital and she just gave birth to her baby boy. So he will say happy birthday. He was born at 4:35 this morning. Shawn has me in his arms and just waiting to give me the first kiss as an adult.

As you can tell me and Jacob broke up again. But this time for good. No Jacob didn't fuck up. No I didn't do anything wrong . We just got bored of each other. And I figured out why I did the Happier cover. It was for Jacob. When he was hanging out with Jenna. He looked so much happier with her. And we didn't cry over each other. Even though I cried twice before we broke up. We think it's for the best. We are still friends by all means but not together.

Now I am back with Shawn. He asked my out on Valentines day. Cliché but so cute. And we slowed our pace a little. He hasn't kissed me since I was with him last. So now he is gonna be my first kiss as an adult. He thought he would make it way more perfect. So we are in Sacramento. The place I was born. He is awesome. School doesn't end for two months so not entirely an adult yet. Shawn's tour is over and done and I finished all my make up assignments.

Now with one minute left we are staring at a clock. The second it turns 11:15 we will kiss. And we muted us so no one can hear the kissing noises. We aren't ready to tell everyone just yet. We are gonna wait until prom. So next month. Can't wait. Who cares if he is my father. I didn't legal change my last name to Bennett-Mendes yet so it doesn't entirely matter.

Back to the clock. The count down begins. Me and Shawn stare at each other. Three... He cups my face. Two... I lean closer. One... Our lips clasps immediately. Everyone is singing happy birthday in the bathroom but all I care about is this perfect moment with Shawn. I'm only wearing his favorite sweatshirt and undergarments. And he is in Pajama pants and my favorite sweatshirt. It's an oversized sweatshirt so he fits it perfectly. He is perfect. Even though no one is perfect. So he is perfectly imperfect.

Shawn's POV:

This is perfect. My Angel and me are kissing. We haven't kissed since she got back with Jacob. They got tired of each other so we got back together on Valentines day. She always loved cliché romantic things so I had to. This is her first kiss as an adult and it's with me. She is Ms. Right. And soon she will be Mrs. Right. I already have her engagement ring. I wanna give her it this year and then marry her next year. She has been missing one of her rings. Because I took it. Believe or not I read her diary. It said that she wants to get engaged and married with her own rings. But I have an idea.

I customized the ring and engraved it. It says: You are forever. Then I will steal the ring again and combine the two rings. It will be attached by medal that looks like vines. The that one with say: my Angel. So if she looks at it one day it will say: You are forever my Angel. I also wanna put S.H. So that it is the initials of before I was married. Back to reality.

She and I are still kissing. Everyone on the call sings Happy Birthday to Krystal. I am so happy right now. And she can feel it. If her tongue wasn't in my mouth, I would be smiling.

Krystal's POV:

It felt like forever. But I had to pull away. They were almost done with the birthday song. He smiled so wide. I was almost crying tears of joy. Me and Shawn cuddle and put the phone off muting us.

"Thanks guys so much," I say into the phone.

We went on with random conversations. One by One everyone got off the call because we all have life's. Madison and Jiaen will be coming over and we are gonna party likes there is no tomorrow. We all check out of school today so we can spend this day with me. And since it will be noon in about an hour. We couldn't miss my birthday. My birthday is from 11:15 A.m. until 12:00 A.m.
So at midnight I can celebrate my first day as an adult. Let's just say my eighteenth birthday is already better than my Sixteenth.